Song: The Feathers Of The Willow Poem by Richard Watson Dixon
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Song: The Feathers Of The Willow
The feathers of the willow
Are half of them grown yellow
Above the swelling stream; And ragged are the bushes,
And rusty now the rushes,
And wild the clouded gleam.
The thistle now is older,
His stalk begins to moulder,
His head is white as snow; The branches all are barer,
The linnet's song is rarer,
The robin pipeth now.
Friday, September 17, 2010
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